Nine to Hive End E - Hounding Red

Alternate Ending E - Hounding Red

A strange desire to run, to

chase

rose within her, drowning out her reluctance. She wrinkled her brow, turning the idea over in her mind. It was strangely attractive, and if she didn't say anything the opportunity might slip away.

She opened her mouth and let out a hissing breath. "You're offering me true

power.

"

The Queen's brows flicked upwards. "That's right. If you

want

it. You've demonstrated here that you have the mental fortitude necessary to become any type of drone you like."

Suzy snarled. "That's exactly the

problem.

I've been locked up for so long, hiding my emotions and feelings, all I want to do is run free! I can't imagine choosing to be a Queen like you, tied to a desk. Decision after decision, all that

responsibility.

It sounds just as bad as being a thoughtless peon!"

The Queen folded her hands, her eyes glowing purple as her lips slightly curved. "And so?" she asked, her posture calm.

"I want a position where I don't have to think or worry about mundane operations. I want to experience the thrill of the chase, adrenaline pumping in my heart. I want some damn

excitement

in my dull life. Can you give that to me?"

The Queen's eyes creased. "I believe we can accommodate your desires."

"

Good

," hissed Suzy. "When can we start?"

"We've started already," chuckled the Queen, snapping her fingers.

A screen popped up from the desk, showing a collection of female drones gathered around a figure seated in a steel chair. She was leaning forward, her head hidden under a helmet. A hose was connected to her mouth, spilling out onto the floor in black coils.

Wide cups were attached to a harness on her chest, her breasts distending as two additional metal tubes wiggled back and forth. Suzy frowned as she moved closer, realizing that the woman was being milked like a

cow

.

A shudder ran up her spine. "That's my physical body, isn't it?" she asked, feeling up her breasts to see if they felt anything like what she was seeing on the screen.

The Queen nodded solemnly. "That's right. I've kept you secured as I've tested your mettle. Now that you've made a decision, we can proceed with the conversion."

The drones surrounding the bound individual swayed, their gloved hands moving, caressing the woman. Suzy shivered,

knowing

that this was her, but none of the sensations were flowing through to her mental body.

The hands continued to move, popping the hoses off the cups. They unstrapped the harness, letting it drop to the floor, exposing her swollen breasts. The hose on her helmet came next, a slow tug and twist to release the dildo crammed into her mouth. The flesh colored dick squeezed against the sides of the metal O ring gag, juices dribbling down the front of the curved helmet.

One of the drones grabbed the helmet with a firm grip, tugging it up and away. Light bounced off her bald head, her skin glistening with steam. The woman leaned her head forward and coughed, a gush of pink fluid escaping her lips.

Suzy laid a hand over her throat, a faint sense of disgust washing through her mind. The colors at the edges of her mental landscape roiled, reflecting the reality of her physical self.

The drones unstrapped the woman's naked body, helping her to her feet. Eyes dull, she licked her lips, a tongue piercing clicking against her teeth as she was led away from the camera.

"What are you going to

do

with her?" she asked, her back rigid.

"Exactly what you've asked for," purred the Queen, waving a hand in the air. "After a quick wash, they'll put you into my hound suit."

"Your

what?

" Suzy pounded a fist on the table. "I demand to know what you're planning. I don't want to be turned into a freaking

dog!"

The Queen's brows quirked. "Not into pet play? That's a shame. But no, you won't be a

dog.

However, you

will

be harnessed, your anger, your ambitions funneled towards a useful purpose.

My

purpose."

"And what is that purpose?" she asked, wetting her lips as the camera view on the screen changed, showing a darkened chamber.

She blinked, shivering as she followed the curves of the thick rubber suit suspended in the center, chains running to the ceiling. It was a glossy black, seams on either side, waiting for an unlucky occupant.

The Queen stood, folding her arms behind her back. "Running a successful Hive takes work, and this one is starting to get larger than I can handle on my own. I've divested a few drones to keep my numbers down, but if we want to pursue further growth, we need more Queens."

Walking to the edge of the desk, she turned and braced her heels together, like a drill instructor. "Since you're not interested in becoming one of my Queens, my next best option is to enlist you as one of my elite recruiters, my

hound.

I shall use you to chase down and bring back one of my primary targets.

She

will become my new Queen."

"Oh." Understanding flooded her brain, and she nodded. "So, your plan here is to enhance my body so that I can chase down your prey."

Her muscles trembled, eagerness replacing her disgust as she imagined pouncing on an unsuspecting victim, tying them up and bringing them back to Hive as a slave. This was actually starting to sound rather

interesting.

"Precisely." The Queen's lips curved into a cruel smile. "You had better get used to being treated like a pet, because that's exactly what you'll

be

when I'm done with you."

Suzy squeezed her hands together, rolling her shoulders to hide her excitement. She didn't like the idea of being treated like a

dog

, but it sounded like she was going to get everything she wanted.

All of the fun, none of the responsibility!

Reality wasn't that simple, naturally, and she was certain she'd be pushed by the Queen's demands. She wouldn't have to

decide

what needed to be done, though. She would pull her weight and be rewarded appropriately.

The Queen moved around behind her back and clasped her shoulders, resting her head on top. She felt the imprint of the Queen's breasts on her back, her close presence surprisingly comforting.

Her eyes fixed on the screen as motion grabbed her attention. It was her physical body, being directed by a group of drones dressed in slick, red rubber. Their tall heels clicked on the metal plating as they navigated up the ramp, herding her nude body in front of them.

She frowned as the Queen placed a knee in her ass, her hands moving possessively over Suzy's shoulders. This kind of attention was more than she was used to, but she ignored the discomfort, knowing that if she pulled away she'd be in for a bad time.

She had asked for this

. She repeated the words in her brain, feeling them on her lips.

This was her choice.

If she repeated that often enough, she might actually come to believe it, though the deeper she slid into the Queen's dark world, the less she worried about what seemed

normal.

This might be weird, in the moment, but once she got used to it, being treated like a toy could be pleasurable.

The Queen's hands rolled over the back of her shoulders, massaging around and under her arms. It was actually starting to feel

good

, distracting her from the images on the screen.

She tried to concentrate, watching as her body was led up to the rubber suit, the drones helping her to put her legs inside. They were swallowed up by the flesh colored interior, her body sinking in up to her hips.

The sides of the suit were zipped up, her hands jammed into purpose built holes. Within a matter of moments, she was sealed into the glossy cocoon, hidden underneath the curved exterior.

"Your body isn't that muscular right now," whispered the Queen. "I aim to change that. You'll be pumped full of my custom hormonal mix, trained until you are stronger than any man, enhanced with custom implants to make you a superhuman

beast.

You'll be my animal, chasing down and capturing whoever I please, anywhere in the world. What do you think of

that

plan?"

Suzy sank into her grip, enjoying the feeling of being wanted,

desired.

"

Yes

, Mistress," she gasped out, her heart flipping as the Queen's hands stroked down her sides.

She stared at the woman held in the thick rubber suit, the exterior bloating as air was fed into the outfit via tubes the attendants had attached to the shoulders.

Straps were wrapped around the captive, the rubber bulging as they were cinched tight. The woman in the suit groaned, twitching inside the cocoon. The chains rattled as the suit swayed back and forth, the inflated rubber near her feet bouncing off the circular opening in the base of the platform.

Suzy knew that this was

her,

but it was hard for her brain to comprehend. If she imagined that she was bound up inside that suit, gripped tight while her mental body was being caressed by the Queen -

ooh

, that felt

good!

She let out a shuddering breath as the Queen extended her hands, making a small flourish with her fingers before she settled them over Suzy's breasts. "This is too

much

," Suzy complained, unable to focus.

"

Is

it?" purred the Queen. "I reserve the right to touch every piece of your body, to stroke you, to

love

you like a real owner."

Suzy jumped as the Queen pinched her nipples between her forefingers. Tilting her head back, she sighed as her body responded, a needy throb coming from her pussy.

"See? There's no need to complain. You already know the truth. You're

mine

, and all that remains is to twist your body into the

animal

you really are. Don't you want to accept my leash?"

Suzy shook her head, but there was no force behind it. Her denial was perfunctory at best... the way the Queen was working her flesh was so

addictive

, she couldn't form the words to deny her. Didn't

want

to deny her!

On the screen, one of the slick, red drones was moving up to the captive woman in the suit, bearing a glossy black helmet in her hands. It was molded in the shape of a human head, twin oval grids filled with holes to provide the wearer rudimentary vision.

A cone shaped mask was attached to the front, curved into the main helmet. Two rounded attachment points on either side provided for air flow, though it was doubtfully restrictive.

Wearing the helmet was likely a trip. The sides would tightly hug the head, and every breath would be a struggle.

Oooh,

she trembled at the thought, wiggling against the Queen like a beached fish.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," chuckled her Mistress. "I think you've changed your mind. You've already accepted this outcome. You want to be mine more than anything, to experience the pleasure of being

owned.

"

Suzy froze, her gaze pinned to the helmet as the control drone dropped it over the captive woman's head. Her dull eyes twinkled with pleasure before they were lost forever, her body turned into a jiggling coffin.

A hose was connected to an attachment point on the top of her head, a sudden burst of air filling the hidden bladder inside. A bag of rubber inflated around the neckline, the helmet rattling as the interior became rigid against the woman's skull.

There was no escape!

Her eyes were watery, her chest a sweaty mess as her heart beat out of control. This was really happening, in real time.

She was becoming Her slave!

The Queen began to hum, a familiar lullaby filling the air as the Queen's hands milked her chest. She cooed as the words caressed her ears, altered by the Queen to fit the situation.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little slut, by my hand you'll sway your butt. Up among the drones so high, a slutty

beast

within my eyes. Twinkle, twinkle, little slut, just you wait until we

rut.

"

Suzy gasped as something hard pressed between her legs, and she looked down. A thick, black dildo pressed between her thighs, jutting out in front like a hungry snake.

When had the Queen put that on?

She bit her lip as she realized what was coming next. The Queen was going to claim her. It was

inevitable

.

She swayed her ass, pressing up against her owner's body. What could she do to convince her Queen to plunge that glistening toy into her needy snatch? Did she need to confess her joy and obedience?

The woman on the monitor certainly didn't have any need to figure this out. She was well and truly secured, the attendant drones bringing over a set of dangling hoses.

Her body drifted back and forth as a gloved hand secured the tubes to her mask, one by one. She twitched, a sudden inhalation hidden by the inflated rubber. Sparkling lights appeared within her eye holes, a light show just for her. Was this a special brainwashing program, her brain being turned into molten putty?

This was the answer she had been seeking. She didn't need to do

anything.

She was

Hers.

"Control me Mistress, pilot my body," she hissed, wiggling against the Queen's voluptuous breasts. "Bend me over, treat me like your toy, your

pet,

which I truly am. I give myself to you, everything I have. Please, treat me kindly."

The Queen's hands slowed as she made a surprised noise. "So soon, my pet? I thought it would take at least a few sessions to convince you of the truth. You giving in so easily makes me question whether you are actually ready for this bliss."

Suzy squirmed, her hands seeking out the Queen's ass and giving her butt cheeks a cheeky squeeze. The Queen jumped, her dildo rattling against Suzy's privates. Suzy released a breathy gasp, trembling as the Queen took her breasts in hand.

"Yes,

that's

the fire I was looking for. Very

good

. I have no qualms about training you now."

She let go of Suzy's breasts, running her hands over the sides to squeeze them together. "Bend over, slut, it's time for your first lesson."

Suzy blinked, realizing that the desk had vanished. In its place was a piece of furniture in the shape of a hobby horse, low against the ground.

The creature was on all fours, its head arched upwards to scan the area ahead, a helmet hiding its features. The front of the mask had a long nose, painted teeth on the end to make it look fierce.

This was no horse at all! It was a drone, bound as a work animal!

She leaned over, wrapping her arms around the drone's belly. She could feel the creature twitch as her thumbs bounced off the drone's rubber coated breasts. Taking in a bemused breath, she turned her hands over, resting her palms over the tops of the creature's swollen orbs.

It was curious to know that this had once been a free, thinking human, before falling into the Queen's clutches. She squeezed a breast, pressing her chest into the woman's glossy yellow back.

The creature groaned in pleasure, but she didn't move. This demonstrated how great her discipline was.

Oh, how she wished that she could be the same, obeying her Mistress' commands to the letter!

A hand slapped her ass, and she stopped ruminating, her pussy wet with desire.

Oh, right, she shouldn't be slobbering over this faux animal when she was about to be converted into one herself!

The Queen stroked her ass. "You are a pretty thing," the Queen murmured. "Wide hips, a strong frame. Yes, we'll make a proper hound out of you yet. You'll be tracking down my bounties all over the world. Won't that be

fun?

"

Suzy grunted as her Mistress stroked a finger over her pussy, lingering on her clit. She let out a high pitched squeal, but her Mistress didn't tease her for long.

Her inner lips were parted roughly by the thick girth of her Mistress' rubbery dildo, the length plunging inside her sloppy tunnel. Suzy let out a low moan, shifting her body on the drone, her nipples sliding against the animal's rubber back.

The drone beneath her moaned, a buzzing sound reaching her ears. The drone was being rewarded for her good behavior, just as she was.

They were both slutty pets for their Queen!

The Queen didn't seem interested in more dialog at this point, her body moving roughly as she thoroughly fucked Suzy's needy pussy.

Her body slid back and forth as she desperately grabbed at the drone's breasts for purchase, her fingers slipping over the thick straps that bound the woman's body.

To be harnessed like her and used - the idea was simply

intoxicating!

The straps creaked as the bound animal finally yielded, a bell around her neck jangling as her arms folded underneath her. "

Bad girl,"

hissed the Queen, slapping the drone's ass with a wet crack.

The drone squeaked, her back rolling underneath Suzy, tickling her nipples. Suzy let out a sharp breath, feeling her pleasure rise as the Queen continued to ream her out, the fake dick jostling in her tunnel.

A gloved hand caught her hair, gathering a thick lock. The Queen jerked on it, forcing her head back as a squeal escaped her lips.

"This is a silly affectation, not worthy of a drone," the Queen announced. "Your mental model will be adjusted. You will be bound, like

she

is, nothing more than an animal to service my needs."

The Queen's hips rocked, her thrusts jackhammering into Suzy's sore tunnel. The pleasure was rapidly increasing, though an orgasm seemed stubbornly out of reach.

"Your thoughts will be harnessed, your body will be

owned

. Everything you are will be given to

me

." She gave her hair another jerk. "Say it, slut. Say that you

submit

."

Suzy reached for the orgasm again, but it wasn't coming. She knew what she needed to do. Knew that she needed to give in.

That was the only way through!

"Yes, Mistress!" she squealed out. "I submit to you, body and mind. I am your slave. I am

owned.

"

Her words turned into gasps, which descended to grunts as the Queen continued pounding. The thrusts increased in tempo until her body couldn't take it any more. She trembled under the Queen's dick, needing release.

Finally, the Queen halted, patting her back. "Yes, good! You may have your reward.

Release

yourself, like the animal you are.

Orgasm

as my slut slave.

Pet

."

The pleasure spiked, exploding into an all encompassing climax. She moaned, writhing under her Queen like a sexual

beast

.

The Queen slipped her dildo out of Suzy's pussy, leaning over to clasp her body. "Feel the beat of your heart," she whispered. "That heart beats for me, now and forever."

Suzy let out a mewling grunt, shivering as her base desires took over. She was truly Her

animal.

***

It was dark, the air in her lungs cool as it hissed through the tubing of the mask. She was tightly bound, gripped in a warm hug by the inflated rubber, unable to move a muscle.

None of that mattered, however, as she was completely mesmerized by the training being fed into her brain by the light display projected over her eyes.

The throbbing beat of Hive was all around her, infusing her body and mind with the singular rhythm of obedience. She had long since forgotten any sense of individuality, her pulse and thoughts synchronizing to the beat of Hive.

It had been integrated into her at a base level. She would never forget this music, and it would never desert her. She would sing its song forever.

She took in another breath, remembering the horrible state she had been in just a short hour ago. Her entire body had been flooded with a mysterious fluid, and for a short while, even her

air

had been cut off as the gelatinous substance had been forced down her throat.

Her mind twisted as she tried to forget those terrifying moments, but they were burned indelibly into her brain. Fortunately, the training patterns on the display sucked her back in, pushing away her terror.